Kevin fluttered his eyes open, waking up from an Orlando, Florida fantasy. The memory of yesterday came flooding back into his mind once Price realized that he wasn't in a comfy bed. Instead, he was drooling on a sad excuse for a mattress with creepy eyes staring at him. He was about to get up and read his morning scriptures, but then remembered that all of his things were in a different room that was locked by a crazy person. I guess reading 2 hours in the morning could be 2 hours at night. Just this one time. With nothing to do, Price laid there and looked at Arnold. He started to feel guilty for how badly he treated Arnold last night. Without expecting an answer, Kevin apologized.

"I'm sorry Arnold. I treated you real crummy last night when you weren't doing anything bad at all. Do you forgive me?" Price mumbled.

"It's no problem buddy. I forgive you. You were just cranky, that's all." Arnold said suddenly. His whole expression stayed the same, with the exception of slightly parted lips.

"You were awake this whole time?"

"Yeah, but I didn't wanna wake you up. You looked so peaceful."

"…Right." Kevin replied, his eyebrow rising due to being disturbed and confused. "Well, I bet our little problems have been solved by now. I'm going to my room and changing. I still can't believe I slept in my uniform." He chuckled lightly.

"I know that's so gross! I took off my clothes the moment we came in! Ha ha ha ha ha!" Arnold cackled awkwardly. Price responded with a short 'heh'. Arnold quickly put on his hospital uniform while Kevin left the room. "W-wait!" He said, tripping over pants' leg as he pulled them up. "Wait for me!"


"Oh come on!" Price whined. The handle still didn't budge. Kevin banged his forehead against the door, too annoyed to care about the pain.

"You wanna go to my room in the mean time? And if it doesn't open we can go see Nurse Shannon again." Arnold offered. Kevin thought for a moment before answering.

"Why not." He answered. He's going to get his door unlocked too, might as well join him. I doubt that they opened his door if they haven't opened mine yet. And what's the worst that could happen? It does open and I'm stuck with him all day instead of getting placements?


Click!

"Alright! Isn't this awesome!" Arnold exclaimed.

"…Super." Kevin said sarcastically. When they entered Arnold's room, Price realized that there wasn't just one bed, but two. "So, this is your room?"

"Yup. All mine." Arnold answered while walking into a closet.

"Did you use to have a roommate?" Kevin asked as he trailed his fingers over the bed on the right. He assumed it was the one Arnold didn't use because the other bed's sheets were everywhere. Plus the pillow wasn't flat and deformed, unlike the other one.

"Yeah, but not anymore."

"What? Did they check out or something?"

"Um, you could say that." Arnold told him as he rummaged through the closet some more.

"Wh-what do you mean?" Kevin asked, confused by the in-direct response. A quiet 'Ah ha!' alerted Kevin that Arnold would be giving his full attention soon. "You could tell me Arnold. If you want to, that is." Kevin assured him.

"Um…well, he kinda checked himself out. With a gun…to his head…in his mouth…when he pulled the trigger." Arnold said, mumbling towards the end. Kevin felt a little uncomfortable after hearing this. Not because he just heard that Arnold is so annoying that it killed someone. It was because Kevin was sitting on the dead man's bed. Suddenly, a bundle of green clothes were thrown at him. "Here, put this on!" Arnold told him as he pulled a robe over his shoulder.

"What is this?" Kevin's eyes widened at a thought that popped into his head. "It's not…your dead roommate's clothes, right?" He asked with horror and fright.

"No, that's crazy! It's a nurse uniform, and I'm going to be the elderly patient. Now tie my neck laces please?" Arnold explained while putting on his robe. After Kevin did as he was told and put on the nurse uniform, Arnold pulled out a wheelchair from the bathroom.

"Why are we doing this? I-…Where did you get that? Do the nurses know that you have it?"

"Well, you said you wanted to change your clothes, right? And not exactly." Arnold answered sheepishly. "But it's fine."

"Aren't we gonna get in trouble?"

"Not unless we get caught. And…done!" Arnold cheered as he successfully set up the wheelchair. He sat in it and took off his glasses. Before finishing his ensemble, Arnold grabbed the nearest sheet and wrapped it around the back of his head. "How do I look? Old?"

"If old people dressed in robes and bed sheets, then yes. You're Estelle Getty."

"Who's that?"

"You don't know who Estelle Getty is? Sh-"

"Tell me later. Right now, it's go time." Arnold stated. Kevin pushed the wheelchair into the hall and felt a rush of rebellion with every inch they traveled. There were close calls of the two getting caught. For instance, every few minutes or so, a real nurse would say hello as they passed by. Kevin's anxiety would kick in and make his hello in return a little too loud, but luckily his surgical mask would muffle most of the volume. Getting down staircases wasn't a walk in the park either. They would have to look both ways before Arnold could stand up and help Kevin carry the wheelchair down. But when they finally got to the doors, it was worth it.

"Are you sure we should be doing this? What if we get caught? I don't even know where I'm going."

"We're gonna be fine. It's that building over there, just walk past the garden. And they usually let the old people get some fresh air around this time so we'll blend right in." Arnold reassured him. While walking in the garden, Kevin took the time to take in the peace and beauty. His daze was interrupted by Arnold telling him to turn left. They were quiet, but the faint sounds of birds chirping and old people chatting made it seem calm, not awkward. "Hey, um, you remember when I told you I could read minds?"

"Yeah, that's basically how we met. Why?" Kevin responded. He knew he really couldn't, but if that's what Arnold wanted to believe, then let him believe it. As long as it makes him happy.